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Dr. Dre, Hittman, Ms. Roq, Knoc-Turn'Al, Time Bomb, Koka Kambon, Defari, MC Ren, Xzibit - Some L.A. Niggaz(2008)

Dr. Dre, Hittman, Ms. Roq, Knoc-Turn'Al, Time Bomb, Koka Kambon, Defari, MC Ren, Xzibit - Some L.A. Niggaz
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  • Год: 2008
  • Жанр: Хип-хоп
  • Битрейт: 320 kbps
  • Продолжительность: 04:25 min
  • Размер: 10.16 мб
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Текст Dr. Dre, Hittman, Ms. Roq, Knoc-Turn'Al, Time Bomb, Koka Kambon, Defari, MC Ren, Xzibit - Some L.A. Niggaz
[00:01.14] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West West y'all
[00:04.55] Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
[00:09.27] Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
[00:11.77] Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
[00:14.42] But this shit come all the way back around here
[00:15.98] My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
[00:18.69] Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta recognize
[00:20.88] L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
[00:24.91] Recognize this
[00:26.22] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
[00:28.48] Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
[00:31.14] G'd from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
[00:35.16] Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we threw up
[00:38.19] At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
[00:41.06] Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
[00:43.78] You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
[00:46.38] But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
[00:49.19] Now there's another motherfucker with no future
[00:52.07] But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
[00:55.02] Got 'em jumpin'
[00:56.87] I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
[01:00.31] Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
[01:02.99] Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
[01:06.00] From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
[01:09.50] Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks
[01:12.65] And Hittman bought a fix
[01:14.30] Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
[01:17.30] Here it tick tick tick tick
[01:18.96] Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
[01:22.44] Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
[01:25.24] From sundown to sunup, clown done run up
[01:28.70] The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
[01:31.04] We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
[01:35.21] Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
[01:41.22] It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
[01:45.90] Analyze why we act this way, in L.A.
[01:52.40] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
[01:55.24] They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
[01:58.88] Cock me back
[01:59.90] Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
[02:02.51] Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
[02:04.81] But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
[02:07.72] Blast you, for that set you claim
[02:09.85] Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
[02:13.79] Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
[02:16.51] I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's
[02:19.21] My pants hang below my waistline
[02:21.75] I look humble wanna rumble?
[02:23.46] I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
[02:27.24] Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
[02:29.87] One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
[02:32.91] Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
[02:35.11] I was raised in the hood called What-The-Dif'
[02:38.15] Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
[02:40.99] Slugs for the fuck of it
[02:43.38] Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
[02:45.60] If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
[02:48.85] Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
[02:51.66] It's AvireX-to-the-Z
[02:53.80] Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
[02:56.20] Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
[03:00.40] Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
[03:02.38] What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
[03:05.15] Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
[03:07.77] Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
[03:10.61] Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
[03:13.42] Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
[03:16.13] Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
[03:18.90] And bruise by the case
[03:20.54] Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
[03:24.14] Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
[03:27.10] Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
[03:29.58] We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
[03:34.61] Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
[03:40.06] It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
[03:45.10] Analyze why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A.
[03:50.82] That's how we ride
[03:59.91] That's how we ride
[04:05.66] That's how we ride
[04:12.53] That's how we ride
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